[Oe List ...] Brett Favre and the Vikings

[Linda and Milan Hamilton]

I will not dare to add or detract anything from the passionate back and
forth on whether Brett Favre was abused by those big mean New Orleans
linemen, or whether he should have thrown that cross-field pass (which every
quarterback is taught never ever to do).  I just add below the content of my
blog for today that normally only is sent to my "blogger groupies" and my
writing class.  Just because I felt I had to write something on this
historic occasion.  

 

Mellow Milan

aka Milan Hamilton

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Redlands, CA  92373-8116

Phone/Fax: (909) 793-4482

E-mail: mellowmilan at verizon.net

My blog: www.mellowmilan.blogspot.com

 

I keep seeing him, over and over, running to his right, outside the pocket,
looking for a receiver who will make the catch and set the stage for Ryan
Longwell to kick the tie-breaking and game-winning field goal, with just
seconds left in regulation playing time.

"Brett!  Brett!  Don't try it!  Look!  In front of you the field is wide
open for 10 or 15 yards!"

"You can slide into the 25 or 30 yard line-that will be enough"

Every quarterback from Pop Warner on up is taught the one cardinal rule of
passing the football:  Never, ever throw the ball back across the field.  Of
course, Brett Favre is not every quarterback.  He doesn't see it that way.
Whether it is the number of hits he has taken from charging linemen and
linebackers and even safeties who have taken turns pummeling him to the
ground during this grueling day of battle with the New Orleans Saints (team
of destiny, some say), or his return to his old standby throwing arm which
has made him one of the legendary quarterbacks in NFL history, or whether he
is just too damned tired to run another step on the injured ankle that
almost took him out of the game, he goes ahead and does what every
quarterback and field general knows better than to do.  He throws across the
field to his left into three Saints defenders surrounding his intended
receiver.  One of them picks it off.

The next scene is New Orleans winning the coin toss to begin the overtime
and promptly marching through the demoralized Minnesota Vikings defense to
score the winning 3 points.

Why am I obsessing about Brett Favre and the Minnesota Vikings?  After all,
as the saying goes, it is only a football game.  Perhaps a career-ending one
for Favre (but even that isn't so certain, is it?), but a game nevertheless.

Well, if I am honest, it is not about Brett Favre or the Vikings, or even
football.  How many times have I seen, right in front of my nose, the way
open to get to the next critical juncture in life, only to revert to my
little tried and not-so-true way of doing things?  I throw myself directly
into the most impossible situation, knowing the outcome will be disastrous.
Is it for glory and fame?  For proving that this time my way will work?

No!  It is just the little me again, thinking I can control the outcome of
the game, all by myself.  Thankfully, I know that it is still a game, one
that the mysterious force called life is playing with itself.  And we get to
play and we get to watch ourselves playing at the same time.  So let the
game continue!

 

 

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